Showing posts with label B.C.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label B.C.. Show all posts

Friday, 22 December 2006

Eat your heart out, Leo


In a not-quite-but-almost di Caprio king-of-the-world moment, Annie and Molly make like queens of the B.C. ferry while their B.C.-obsessed travellin mama decides she is either (a) a B.C. person trapped in an Ontario body or (b) was a B.C. crunchy-granola type in a previous life.

P.S. Travellin mama may never want to leave B.C.

Thursday, 21 December 2006

Splaatttt...

Proving they’re much cooler and tougher than their mama – who was TOTALLY freaked out by jellyfish as a child - Annie and Molly line their toes up for a comparison shot at this Pacific paradise near Powell River, B.C.

(Ma Harper, if you're reading this right now, I am STILL TOTALLY PISSED about that time you made me go into the jellyfish-infested waters in Nova Scotia when I was eight.)

Wednesday, 20 December 2006

Gems of the rainforest


Skookumchuck Narrows on B.C.’s Sunshine Coast is an awe-inspiring place to explore the rainforest, where the slugs are as long as my hand, and the ferns, moss and giant trees offer endless possibilities for exploration. The girls are fascinated, asking questions, picking up leaves, touching slugs, tasting moss. Their curiosity is natural, and it’s a beautiful thing.
I love that by immersing them in a new environment every few days, their sponge-like little minds lap it up. I also love that I can always find something to use for a school lesson. (Granted, those lessons are getting more and more slack with every passing day but what the hell - how much learning would they do in a real classroom, where even if they started at nine and finished at three, there’d still be 27 kids other kids clamouring for attention or goofing off?)
It must be a tall order for a real teacher to keep order let alone actually teach.
I wonder if, like me, real teachers ever use gummy worms as incentive.